a thousand posies by the walkway

for the one who sees the roses by the car-ridden road

for the one who sees the silver lined cloud when the storm has rolled

for the one who sees the sunburnt tracks by the pretty walkway

for the one who sees the muddy ground when their lover's walked away

for the one who feels and thinks and flips about

for the one who squirms and laughs

and sometimes fakes a smile

for the one who looks at the mirror and thinks aloud

for the one who says hello

and sometimes curses out loud

for the one i'm talking to

for the one i'm trying to convince

for the one i'm trying to encourage

and not let things hit but miss

do not fear